A LumberJocks Journey (fictional) #3: The inspiration part 1

Well I took some time when I delivered ‘ol Roys memorial bench to the fishing hole. There’s very few words to describe the beauty of this place. Nestled high up in the rockies where few people travel. I made the bench in a manner that it could be dissassemble to pack it the 7 mile hike to the lake. When I say few people travel to this lake I mean only a few neighbors travel to this lake. Tourists are typically to lazy to travel on foot this distance, and us locals don’t really want to disclose the location anyhow. The places these people travel to typically end up with lost trash, trash left behind not by accident but because they are inconsiderate people who don’t care about the environment. These “city slickers” are the towns bread and butter so how do you draw a line on consideration towards them? They are what feeds our economy in the summer months so when they are here everyone basically allows them to run amuck doing as they please. To me this talking money is a shame. They opporate out of greed, demanding this and that, and demanding it immediately. I’m very glad that I never had to deal with this. I make furniture and if they want to buy it, fine, if not have a nice day. Some of my dearest friends are in the construction field, building this, fixing that. The horror stories these guys can tell are humorous to me, but I suppose disturbing to them. People complaining about the color even when it matched the sample, complaining about how a moulding looks even though they chose it and approved the style. To my friends it was a two way street. They benefited because it was basically job security, but then they were troubled because these seemingly never ending jobs were just that, never ending. Moving on to the next job, the next check, is what they need to pay the bills. I’m unsure if the typical consumer can understand this. The bench I made was pretty simple construction. In order to assemble the legs to the front, back, and side aprons, I used through mortise and tenons. The back legs transitioned into the back. The tenons that went through passed through long enough to use a square dowel through the tenon itself, preventing the leg to be pulled off. The back rest was made the same way. Each tenon of the back slats ran through the back posts and were doweled in the opposite direction. This made assembly easy, and I didn’t need glue to assemble it. The seat itself needed to be fastened with galvinized screws, which I then used square plugs to cover. I used epoxy to glue the plugs in place. So there I sat. My bench was sturdy and I just sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the calm wind.